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He grimaced. “Well, we have three witnesses potentially able to identify your enemies, don’t we? The only problem is, they’re dead.”

Oh.

Oh .

“You want to bring them back?”

He inclined his head. “Temporarily, and if at all possible. I’ll speak to Gideon about the ins and outs of accessing the bodies. I understand they’re still in the Guard’s morgue. And before you ask, no, you’re not coming with me.”

I wouldn’t say I pouted, but it was close. “Why not?”

“Because necromancy is a syphoning ability. I take life stored into me, and transfer it to an empty husk. Animating a body’s easy—recovering a mind and soul takes a lot more out of me—if it’s possible at all.

They’re not buried or consecrated yet, which will help.

But the thing inside me that gives me this ability will very much attempt to take energy from anywhere except within. I need to be alone.”

It sounded equal parts terrifying and dangerous. “Won’t it hurt you? Taking it from yourself, rather than outside.”

Lucian didn’t reply, which was an answer in itself.

“Don’t do it,” I said.

That made him smile. “I don’t believe that’s your call, love.”

“It’s about me—finding out who’s cursing me. It should be my call.”

“There are three women capable of dictating what I do: the first pushed me out of her vagina, the second pushed my father out of hers, and the third doesn’t exist as I’m not yet married.”

Infuriating man.

“I’ll be fine,” he assured me. “I’ll take some energy from the pool before I leave.”

I made myself nod. He wasn’t going to risk his life; it wasn’t his style.

Then, there was another thing to discuss. “About last night.” My cheek flushed. “Even if it wasn’t my fault I was drugged, I have to apologize.”

I didn’t think I’d ever seen a grin such as the one he flashed next, positively wicked. “What exactly are you sorry about?” He tilted his head. “Spell it out, Valesco. You owe me as much.”

I gulped guiltily. “For…asking for that. For making you watch me touch myself. For being…” I thought for a moment, trying to word it right. “Inappropriate and unfair.”

Demanding his cock in my mouth. And then riding him, when he’d only agreed to one concession.

Fuck, I’d assaulted him.

He rolled his eyes. “No one gives a shite, Kleos.”

“I assaulted you!” I protested. “Forced myself on you.”

“Hardly. There was one person capable of consent and that wasn’t you.

If you insist on wasting your saliva, you’re going to apologize for the real offense: giving me blue balls.

” His eyes darkened. “Do you know how many times I had to wank after your little game? It’s a miracle my cock didn’t fall off. ”

A chuckle escaped me. I forcibly covered my mouth with my hand. “Sorry! Sorry, sorry .” I was apologizing for the laugh more than anything else, but how could I help it, given what he just said? “I’ll bake cookies.”

He shot me a disgusted look. “That wouldn’t even begin to make up for it.”

“What would? Cupcakes?”

He snorted. “Let me see. Stay still for an hour. Let me tease the fuck out of you and know, without a doubt, that you can’t touch me, and you can’t, under any circumstances, get off. That would be a start.”

Oh .

My thighs tightened, tendrils of heat travelling between my legs.

“Don’t fret,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand, leaning back. “I’m not going to edge you because you feel bad about being a little tease while drugged . It truly isn’t your fault.”

My throat dry, I swallowed.

Lucian and I had a very good thing going until now, and fucking with it was stupid. He was helping me. We got along.

But the silver melting in his eyes when he told me he wanked because of me, because of what I did to him? That made me a little crazy. A little wild . I could imagine him with his cock in hand, grunting, all the while picturing me grinding against him.

God, was there any lingering effects from the lust spell?

No. That was all him. Just me, letting myself imagine what it was like to really see the hard length I’d felt underneath me.

Fuck it. “You could, you know."The words were out, hanging between us like a physical being, sucking up all the air."If you thought it’d make things even.”

Lucian made no reply. He was no longer smiling, either.

Well, in for a penny…

“I asked for your cock in my mouth when you had to say no. I could make it up to you,” I offered. “In the interest of fairness.”

“Careful, love.”

That was all he said. Not exactly a no. I could see a muscle in his jaw tic as his eyes focused on my lips.

I didn’t think I wanted to be careful.“It would make me feel better if we were even.”

“Even,” he repeated.

I got to my feet, emboldened. “You made me feel very good with your hands, and by letting me rub myself against your cock.”

One step, then another, and I was on my knees, right in front of his lap.

Never mind a prince, he looked like a fucking god, with the cold fire dancing in his eyes.

I took my time with his belt, and his zipper, keeping my gaze on my work, because looking directly at him was too much.

Holy fuck.

The cock I freed from his pants was just as perfect as the rest of him, huge and girthy, and impossibly hard.

I was a witch. Most festivals in the wheel of the year came with a certain degree of magic that made every single paranormal creature on the planet horny. I’d seen plenty of cocks. None like this. I wasn’t even sure how to work this thing.

“Well?” Lucian prompted, bringing his right hand around the base of the beautiful shaft. It should be used to model every dildo in the world. “Too much for you, little witch? It’s fine if you lose your nerve.”

The challenge in his amused tone and the crook of his eyebrow was the only reason I could justify what I did next. Hands on the armrest, eyes fixed on his, I parted my lips, opening wide, and took the entire tip in my mouth. I flicked my tongue at it, feeling my insides clench.

Lucian’s eyes burned right into my soul, but I kept looking at him.

I did not lose my nerve.

I tucked my tongue behind my bottom teeth and let the shaft in, relaxing my jaw as I took as much as I possibly could. Not all of it—that would have been impossible—but my lips met his fist. Then I sucked in my teeth, and worked the shaft back out.

Lucian’s hand left his cock and slipped to my head, threading through my hair, holding on lightly.

He wanted to control this. To my surprise, I wanted to let him.

No one knew how he liked to be sucked more than him, and I wanted to give him just what he needed.

His moves were shallow at first, barely lifting his hips, scarcely pushing my face down into his lap, but soon, he was on his feet, thrusting into my throat, hard enough to make me gag.

“Fuck,” he grunted, letting go, and withdrawing his cock.

The moment it was out of my throat, I rasped, “Don’t stop,” and brought my mouth around it again.

I couldn’t bear for him to end this. He was so close to losing it, and I was the one undoing the great Lucian Regis. I was dying to see him, feel him come apart because of me. I’d never felt more powerful.

Lucian swore the name of a dozen gods as I swallowed his cock over and over, my fingers digging into his muscular ass, my core on fire, my pussy tightening each time he thrust in, begging for the same attention my throat was getting.

Soon. Very soon. I needed him to come in my throat, and then, I needed this gorgeous, hard cock all over again between my legs.

It felt necessary . I was completely clearheaded today, not driven by any potion or spell, and yet, just as desperate as I had been last night.

Finally, finally , he grunted, and slick warmth slid into my throat.

Lucian remained inside my mouth for a whole minute before withdrawing. Even completely spent, his cock was so fucking gorgeous. I wonder how long it’d take for him to get hard enough to slam it into my pussy.

He grabbed me under the arms, pulling me to my feet, and cupped my chin, his thumb running over my lower lip.

And then the light brightened out of doors. I’d stayed in his house long enough to know what that meant.

“Fuck,” he grunted, hurriedly putting his clothes back into place.

Someone was on the bridge, approaching the house.

Oh, gods!

I hurried out of the room, but I tilted my head towards the stairs.

“I’d better get up there.” I hadn’t even showered or brushed my teeth, and I’d just had his cock in my mouth.

He nodded, his eyes following my progress to the stairs. “Later, then.”

It sounded like a promise.